Pandora's Burden - Son of Aurelius

A jar a box so harmless in appearance containing horrors unimaginable can’t be

dreamt up*

By men all the secrets the power is what draws all to it

Not knowing, curious will be the cause of, our end, protected by an angel

Molded by each of the gods we know not of her sorrow, her burden

All who venture quest for the prize this item box contains

Countless wars waged, over thousands sacrificing their bodies an endless sea of

bones

Unsolved puzzles, one holds the answer a perfect beauty

Beauty bounded for all time